Hate

Album: The Blueprint 3 (2009)
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  • Haters, haters, these niggas is haters!
    And I made myself so easy to love

    Yeah, yeah
    How much they hate it? Very
    Kiss girls like Katy Perry
    I am never sprung but I Springer, Jerry
    Don't try to this at home, results may vary
    King like T.I. But in the Chi, Lary

    Whova? Hova, botha
    American gangstas you choose whose, colder
    Rappers get nasty in the booth
    But I'm gross, I cant even stomach myself
    Ulcer, more realer 'cause I'm closer
    Had girlies in girdles weighing more than they suppose ta
    Posera, no sir, my hustle, so Russell
    I stretch work, yoga
    You know I got it down dog
    Al Roker, I used to knock pounds off
    It ain't nothing for me to knock nails off
    But these M-C's are prayin' for my downfall
    They just, haters
    I wave at you, I'm so player
    I'll never be done I'm so rarer

    We killin' the game its not fair
    You motherfuckers stay right there
    'Cause we too high up in the air
    We blastin' off just like a lazer
    Nigga pewoon, pewoon, pewoon
    Give me rap, give me room, room, room
    D-b-9 like vroom, vroom, vroom
    Young Hov what we doin', doin', doin'?

    We ballin', bitches, eatin' y'all food leavin' dishes
    Why these niggas always talkin' leir talk, Ye?
    Why I never see them at the clear port, Ye?
    Why I always hear they at the airport
    While I fly daily like I'm in the Air Force?
    Therefore, please stop talkin' my ears off
    Millionaire talk, you haters
    You mad at me 'cause your paper
    Need to get his mother fuckin' weight up, waiter
    I ain't done, name one thing that I ain't done
    It hurts when you say that I ain't the one, you haters
    How do I gain your favor, I need to know 'cause I care
    I need you to love me I swear, look here
    See Ye is, runnin' the Chi like Gale Sayers
    I'm runnin' New York, I got the mayor, on my pager
    You cant fade us, you hate us
    I need you, stay there
    I breath you, like air
    Air
    Ya, ya, ya, yayer
    Ya, ya, ya, yayer
    Where are my haters?
    I love all my haters
    Love all my haters
    I love all my haters
    Where the fuck are my haters? Hater
    Yayer Writer/s: Kanye West, Shawn Carter
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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